Thrall's life was filled with countless failures and setbacks, countless life-and-death experiences, and many calamities.
This meeting with Kalimdor's richest man, Doras, was something Thrall never mentioned, keeping it a closely guarded secret.
When Eitrigg, the only witness, was occasionally asked about the matter, he always replied with a serious expression:
"We don't know, and we dare not ask."
Eitrigg waited patiently on the deck for good news. In Eitrigg's eyes, Thrall, the Savior, was the supreme Orcs Warchief. In all of Azeroth, plus the vast Outland, there was no Orcs more noble Thrall.
Although Doras is known as the Queen of Business, she is just a nouveau riche. How can she compare to Thrall, who is of noble birth and high blood? She is simply climbing too high. This meeting is sure to be a success.
The great Savior Thrall has no reason not to defeat Doras.
Although Thrall has a hidden ailment he can't talk about, it's nothing to worry about. Thrall's marriage to Doras was a purely political marriage, devoid of any love, and required no sacrifice from either of them.
At first, the cabin Anjing, Eitrigg began to imagine lovers meeting by candlelight.
Soon after, a series of "thump-thump" sounds were heard, as if heavy objects were constantly hitting the ground, followed by strange and noisy noises. Eitrigg clearly heard the howls of at least ten races.
Could this be a conspiracy? Had Thrall been ambushed? Eitrigg was shocked and wanted to rush in to see what was happening, but the airship was full of Doras bodyguards, who were watching Eitrigg intently. He dared not make a move.
Not long after, the cabin door swung open, a gust of wind swept through, and a large pink package was thrown out. Eitrigg looked closely and saw a wriggling creature wrapped in a pink blanket.
At the same time, an Orcs roar came from inside the cabin, "Useless trash, get out of here! You've soiled my bed, I never want to see you again, you piece of trash! There isn't a single good Orcs!"
Thrall's clothes were thrown out, Eitrigg quickly picked them up. In that instant, he saw a huge creature flash by in the cabin, which, judging from its size, looked like a fat Ogre.
Thrall's face emerged from the pink blanket, a look of shame on his face. He whispered the order, "Go quickly."
Eitrigg quickly picked up Thrall, who was wrapped in a blanket, and on a sudden impulse, instead of returning to his confidants with Thrall, he ran into the dense forest of Ghost Coast.
This unintentional act gave Eitrigg room to maneuver, allowing him to save his life and avoid being silenced by Thrall.
In the dense forest, Thrall dressed and came out, sitting side by side with Eitrigg. Gazing at the deep sea, their faces were ashen, filled with melancholy, and they couldn't help but sigh.
Thrall rubbed his forehead and asked, "Do you have any wine?"
Eitrigg quickly pulled a bottle of Moonlight Wine from his pocket and handed it to Thrall.
Thrall gulped down the wine, quickly finishing the entire bottle. His face flushed, and his complexion improved considerably.
"I thought our first meeting would be a chat, a bit of tea, talking about Orcs ideals and saving the world, but..." Thrall's expression was conflicted, "... it went straight to the point."
Eitrigg was stunned. Could it be that Doras admired Thrall so much that he was attracted by Thrall's great personal charm and couldn't help but offer himself to him?
"Your Excellency, Savior, Doras is merely a woman, not a powerful Warrior. You should be able to refuse." Eitrigg shuddered as he recalled the Ogre- like figure that had flashed by.
Thrall gritted his teeth in hatred. "That Dreadlord, talking about being unparalleled in the world, a beauty that could topple kingdoms, yet her weight is enough to destroy an airship. Of course, that's nothing, the most important thing is that in Doras's bedroom, there are more than thirty gigolos, including several burly Tauren and two strong Ogres."
Eitrigg looked at Thrall with sympathy, imagining what had happened inside the cabin. At the same time, a sudden chill ran through him as he wondered if he had been silenced.
Sure enough, Thrall glared fiercely at Eitrigg:
"My old friend Eitrigg, I have always been satisfied with your service, but this matter concerns the reputation of the Savior, the life and death of Azeroth, and only the dead can keep this secret."
Eitrigg was terrified and immediately knelt on the ground, begging, "Savior, I saw nothing, I heard nothing, please spare my life!"
Thrall's face was contorted with rage, Elemental Power gathering in his palms. Eitrigg's mind raced, countless thoughts quickly passing through his mind, before he hurriedly said, "My Lord Savior, please hear my last words."
Thrall withdrew his Elemental Power and looked at Eitrigg: "For the sake of our past relationship, please say whatever your last words are, and I will do my best to help you fulfill them."
Tears streaming down his face, Eitrigg sobbed, "Great Savior, you know I am utterly loyal and have always served you with utmost care, never daring to be negligent in the slightest."
"I understand your loyalty," Thrall nodded.
Eitrigg carefully crafted his words: "Doras is no ordinary woman. If we Orcs want to establish ourselves in Kalimdor, we'll probably have to rely on her. If we can't build a relationship with her, we'll surely be taken advantage of by scoundrels."
Thrall frowned upon hearing this, and gasped. The humiliation he had suffered today had made him overlook the seriousness of the matter.
The image of Saurfang the Great's cunning face and powerful physique flashed through his mind. If Saurfang the Great won the favor of Doras, then the position of Warchief would inevitably change hands.
What should he do? Looking at Eitrigg's hesitant expression, Thrall understood that this was a deal. "Okay, I promise you, as long as you keep it a secret, I'll pretend nothing happened."
Eitrigg was overjoyed, having finally escaped a calamity, and hurriedly asked, "Great Savior, do you still remember Agna of Nagrand, the most beautiful woman among the Orcs?"
Thrall nodded:
"Didn't you secretly kidnap her last time, take a piece of her foot skin for medicine, and even make me cooperate in a play to rescue her? The girl was very grateful to me, and I also gave her some pointers on the way of the elements."
Eitrigg revealed a shrewd and capable expression. "That unintentional act back then can finally come in handy. The Orcs living in Nagrand, besides being amazed by Agna's beauty, also fear a strong Orcs, even more powerful than Saurfang. Coincidentally, he is none other than Grom Hellscream's son, named Garrosh."
"Garrosh Hellscream!" Thrall's eyes darted around. He looked down on Grom Hellscream, who was as docile as a dog, and naturally wouldn't value his son either, considering him someone who could be used.
Eitrigg chuckled and said, "Last time we staged this, you rescued Agna. Agna idolizes you. Garrosh and Agna are childhood sweethearts, they grew up together and have a deep bond. As long as we control Agna, we can firmly hold Garrosh in our hands and make him do whatever he wants."
Thrall's eyes lit up. "I've noticed the male companions around Doras. There aren't a single Orcs among them. Garrosh, of noble birth and strong and powerful, will surely satisfy her."
"Without further ado, I'll head to Nagrand right away," Eitrigg said enthusiastically, thankful that he had escaped unscathed.